The rise of Tianzhu of Daqin

Chapter 357 One Victory, One Defeat

Although Mu Zhihan is not weak in Qin Dao, he is still inferior to Le Sheng Qiu Lanxin, and of course it is only a little bit.

So the piano competition in the second round ended in a draw.

Don't ask anything, if you ask, Yingxuan insists that these two people have their own strengths, and it can't be said who is stronger and who is weaker.

Mu Zhihan knew that Ying Xuan was partial to him, so he didn't say a word. Seeing Ying Xuan arguing for her with a serious face, he felt a little sweet in his heart.

"When I entered the Tao, I was titled the Saint of Music. Do you think Mu Zhihan is qualified to be compared with me?"

Mu Zhihan was happy, but Qiulan couldn't be happier.

She has been fighting with Mu Zhihan for decades. In terms of force, she is not as good as Mu Zhihan; in terms of talent, Mu Zhihan is not as good as her.

But today Yingxuan proposed such a result, doesn't it mean that she is completely inferior to Mu Zhihan?
"A draw is a draw. I don't care what kind of music sage or piano sage you are."

Ying Xuan said bluntly: "You are not good at learning, and it was a tie. Do you blame me for handling it fairly?"

"You deal with it fairly? This is really the biggest joke I've ever heard!" Qiu Lanxin said with a sneer.

Ying Xuan smiled and did not refute. Everyone thought that Ying Xuan was guilty, but who knew that Ying Xuan would announce the result of the match as soon as he turned around.

"Qiu Lanxin slandered the referee and canceled the results of the competition. In the second round, Mu Zhihan of the Black Mountain White Water Sect won!"

Conspiracy and scheming are things that I have always been handy with. If I dare to question my king's decision, this is my fate.

"King Changge, let's pass!"

It was a draw just now, and the three holy masters didn't say anything. After all, they each have their own love. Although Le Sheng is better than Mu Zhihan, the benevolent sees benevolence, and the wise sees wisdom. This is the principle of Wen Wu No. [-].

But Ying Xuan suddenly announced that the empire had won, and they couldn't accept it.

A draw is a draw at any rate, the clan has one win and one draw, and they are already invincible; but if the empire wins, one draw and one loss, it is still unknown who will win?
"Excessive?"

Ying Xuan sneered and said, "This is Xianyang, the Palace of the King of Qin, and we have our own rules. Ask the courtiers of the empire opposite, do they think it's too much?"

"Not too much!"

The enemy is in the front, and the honor is shared. No matter how dangerous the battle between Yingxuan and the old Qin family is, it will never be allowed for the Holy Land to provoke the majesty of the empire.

"Look, it's not too much!"

Ying Xuan said: "You have to do as the Romans do when you enter the country. Either follow the rules of my empire, or return to your deep mountains and old forests, keep your ears shut and practice your martial arts with peace of mind."

"Okay, let's try the third match!"

With a victory in hand, and having given Holy Land the authority and demonstrated the tough attitude of the empire, Yingxuan will not give Holy Land a chance to speak.

The three sages hated Ying Xuan so much that their teeth itch, but Ying Zheng stood behind Ying Xuan, and Ying Zheng had the final say on Kyushu.

Holy Land was not afraid of Yingxuan, but he did not dare to offend Yingzheng rashly, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, Holy Land chose to swallow this bad breath, and repay today's humiliation later.

"The third match, I'll come!"

The Holy Master of Yaochi has no choice but to make a move at this moment. The Holy Land wins once and loses once. If it loses in the third match, it will be ridiculous.

The grand finale of the Imperial Chess Dao was played by a master chess player. In the second game of Qin Dao, Mu Zhihan’s master Qin Dao was dispatched. Who knows if there will be a more terrifying opponent in the third game.

Saints are different from saints. The saints of music saints and ice saints are saints, and they are expected to achieve a peak; the saints of chess master Fu Nian are saints, and they are already at the peak.

Before the Lord of Yaochi took over as the head teacher of Yaochi, he was known as the Sage of the Qin, and he was the sage of the Qin.

When she becomes the Lord of Yaochi, she will no longer occupy the title of Qin Sheng, but this will not change the fact that she is the number one in the way of Qin, so although Qiu Lanxin entered the Tao with the piano, she did not get the title of Qin Sheng, but won the title of Music Saint title.

"Be careful, her piano skills are number one in the world!"

The moment the Lord of Yaochi decided to make a move, Mu Zhihan's voice rang in Yingxuan's ear.

Ying Xuan glanced at Mu Zhihan calmly, and asked, "How strong is the number one in the world?"

"Very strong, more than one level higher than me and Qiu Lanxin."

Mu Zhihan responded, "You're half-level, so you can make people happy. In front of her, you can't do anything."

"I originally planned to end the game myself. Now that you say that, I won't make a fuss."

Ying Xuan touched his nose, and said with a little embarrassment, it seems that Mu Zhihan guessed his thoughts and told him specifically.

Spiritual energy sound transmission, although it is not revealing, it still cannot hide the perception of the three holy masters.

"This Black Mountain and White Water Sect seems determined to become a vassal of the empire."

Headmaster Bai Yujing said: "Mu Zhihan must have told Ying Xuan about the horror of the Holy Lord of Yaochi."

"It's okay, so what if you know?"

Master Kunlun said confidently: "Holy Master Yaochi, I won't lose."

Before Yingxuan arranged for someone from the empire to make a move, the Holy Lord of Yaochi waved his hand, and a flawless sapphire guqin appeared on the table.

"The Nine Heavens Xuanqin, the Daluo Divine Artifact, the treasure of Yaochi's sect, when the strings vibrate, they can connect the power of heaven and earth. Wherever the sound waves reach, the Dao heart is clear."

The technology is not as good as others, and the equipment is not as good as others. This is even better than a hammer!
Since it was a game that had to be lost, Ying Xuan didn't bother to rack his brains to think of a candidate for the battle. Let's first experience the sound of the zither sages.

The holy master of Yaochi moved his bare hands slightly, and the sound of the piano poured out along the strings, and the sound of the piano was euphemistic and continuous—like a mountain spring meandering from a deep valley, flowing slowly.

The sound of the piano is trembling around the jungle, the sound is like the roar of the pine wind, and it is like a hundred birds fluttering their wings.The continuous sound of the piano is melodious, a kind of emotional charm, which makes people fascinated.

At the end of the song, all the people opened their eyes. Just now they seemed to be in the countryside where there was no dispute with the world, they were at ease and very chic.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is beautiful at night and day, and the birds return with each other."

Ying Xuan clapped his hands and said, "This song is not bad."

"It's a pity that without the sound of clanking and golden spears, it's not like the song that should be in this troubled world."

Hearing Ying Xuan's words, everyone couldn't help but frown. Where did the sound of gold and ge come from in the countryside? Could it be that Ying Xuan was planning to criticize again?

"Then ask King Changge to teach me, how about playing the next song?" Qiulan said with a strange heart.

"I'm a warrior, so I don't know anything about piano and elegance."

Yingxuan waved his hand and said, "The Holy Master of Yaochi is the top existence in the entire Kyushu. Who dares to teach him?"

"There is no need for the empire's little doll to make a fool of himself. In this round, the empire admits defeat!"

Regarding Yingxuan's straightforward surrender, Shengdi actually had doubts in his heart, after all, Yingxuan had used extraordinary means just now for the empire to win.

It is impossible to expect to change Ying Xuan's appearance in a short while.

"Is there any conspiracy in this?"

Conspiracies naturally do not exist. After all, everyone has heard the song of the Holy Lord of Yaochi. The empire is indeed unmatched. At least none of the ministers of the empire can fight. Also useless.

Instead of losing too ugly, it is better to admit defeat openly, at least you can save some face.

Yingxuan thought, if within five years in the academy, there would be a master of Qin Dao, he would be able to declare Yang wantonly. Today, he just wanted to give face to the clansmen and the Holy Lord of Yaochi, otherwise they would be defeated.

"The literary competition, even if the two sides are tied, is this the end?"

Yingxuan said: "It is bullying you to ask you to compete with the ministers of the empire and compare your theory with a hundred schools of thought."

"Then stop here!"

Master Kunlun said coldly, what Yingxuan said was beautiful, but what he said created an atmosphere that the empire didn't do its best, which made the Holy Land weak.

However, Wen Dao is not the special skill of the Holy Land after all, and martial arts is the housekeeping skill of the Holy Land.

Words can deceive people, but power is power, and the winner is king, and Yingxuan cannot tolerate any excuses.

At that time, the grievances suffered by the Holy Land will be recovered from the empire a thousand times and a hundred times.

"That's good, my king announces that there will be no winners in the literary competition!"

"Then, it's time to fight for martial arts next."

(End of this chapter)